After the ancestor of metaphysics dressed as a fake pregnant cannon fodder

Stegosaurus in Fengshui is also known as the land of extreme yin, and it is also a famous place to kill masters. There is a saying in the metaphysics circle that it is called Mo Xia Stegolosaurus, and the master is killed.If you click on the killing master's place when searching for dragon acupuncture points, not only the master's family will be ruined, but the Fengshui master will also be doomed.

The Stegosaurus is the most dangerous one in the Killing Land.

Due to its characteristics, the extremely shady place often does not grow a blade of grass, but if trees and flowers grow in the extremely shady place, it is a rare extremely sunny thing.

Compared with the sword spine dragon wood, the lightning strike peach wood, which is regarded as the most precious treasure in the metaphysics world, is also much inferior. There is still a chance to get the lightning strike peach tree, but the sword spine dragon wood is something that cannot be exchanged with any magic weapon.

The head teacher has only seen the relevant records of the sword spine dragon wood in the book, and all the people who get the sword spine dragon wood are people with great luck.And in the records, the largest sword spine dragon wood that has ever appeared is no more than the size of a palm, and was carefully carved by the owner into a pair of jade to wear on the body.

And what Xiu Yuan left for Qi Yuqiu was a wooden sword that was exactly one and a half feet long! !

To carve such a long wooden sword, I don't know how big the log must be. He looked at the carvings on the hilt with some distress. Such patterns, just the wood chips planed out during carving, are also treasures!

What a waste, what a waste!

If such a large piece of sword spine dragon wood is fully utilized, how many magic weapons can be carved to protect the body!

Qi Yuqiu took out the sword and saw the pattern on the hilt, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This sword is exactly the same as the one he used to use, the pattern on it is not bad at all, except for the different material, it is simply a replica of that sword.

It's hard for the little guy to memorize these patterns. When he was on the mountain, he thought the sword was too heavy, so he almost never carried it with him.

"There is more here." Xuan Qing exclaimed, and when he lowered his head, he saw that there was still a piece of wood in the box, but the shape of this piece of wood was irregular, and it looked like an untouched log.

In addition to this piece of wood, there is also a box of strangely colored paint. Although they don't know what this paint is, Xuan Qing and the head teacher still feel the atmosphere of several precious materials inside.

Qi Yuqiu's eyes lit up when he saw this box of paint. To decipher the painting in his hand, there are still three things missing, two of which are rare materials. And with the corresponding formation, you can see the content hidden in the painting, and the box left by Xiu Yuan is the paint that has been mixed.

Another kind of thing that needs to be found is the stegospine dragon wood. He was thinking about whether to cut a piece from the wooden sword just now, but he didn't expect it to be still in the box.

Did Xiu Yuan know back then that he would use these things one day, so he arranged everything for him?

So, what happened to him back then that made the little guy so sure that he would be reincarnated with his memories?

Qi Yuqiu's doubts grew bigger and bigger.

When he just woke up, he found that his memory had problems. He remembered some things clearly, but he had no memory of some things.He doesn't remember how he left Qingyangmen, why he got that book suddenly, and now he can't even remember the contents of the book at all.

Until he found these things left by Xiu Yuan, he was sure that there was something wrong with his death, but he couldn't figure out the key to it.

If his rebirth was arranged by the teacher...

Qi Yuqiu lowered his eyes, changing one's life is an art against the heavens, he neither hopes nor believes that the people in the master's sect would be so confused!

His mind was in a mess, and various thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, but he denied them one by one.

"Mr. Qi?"

It wasn't until Xuan Qing carefully waved his hand in front of him that Qi Yuqiu woke up.

He looked at the head teacher and Xuan Qing, and said with a smile: "I'm fine."

After the head teacher was surprised, he returned to the old fairy look just now. He stroked his white beard and said softly: "Mr. Qi, I think you also need to be quiet, why don't you go back with these things first. If you need help, don't be polite to us at Qingmang Mountain. Looking at it now, maybe your sect hundreds of years ago and our Qingmangshan Patriarch are also inextricably linked."

Qi Yuqiu couldn't help laughing when he thought of that little guy blowing his nose bubbles. It was really hard for him to imagine that the little guy would become the founder of the mountain one day.

I just don't know if he still has a chance to retrieve the missing memory and see what the little guy looks like when he grows up.

The things in Qi Yuqiu's hands were too precious, and the two were worried that there would be accidents on the road, so Xuanqing personally sent Qi Yuqiu back to the city of Qi.

Qi Yuqiu didn't go back to the studio. After what happened last time, he didn't have to worry about the people from Sanyang Temple making trouble, so he took the painting back home.

After returning home, Qi Yuqiu and Uncle Liu said they had something important to do, so they got into the study and took the painting out of the safe.

The painting was spread out on the table, but Qi Yuqiu was not in a hurry to paint it on, but took out the seal left by Xiu Yuan.

After printing a few flowers again, Qi Yuqiu sat down with a smile and began to decipher the message carried in the flowers.

At the beginning, he just pointed to his name, this letter was for him, which made Qi Yuqiu's heart tighten, and continued to write with a sigh of relief.

The silent and timid little slug back then became particularly verbose, took up three petals to say hello to Qi Yuqiu, and said that Qi Yuqiu's ability to get the seal meant that his sect was still alive, and then proudly introduced the sect he had established .

Then he said apologetically that he hadn't been able to keep Qi Yuqiu's sword, but he found the dragon wood with the spine of the sword, and even if it was carved into a so-so sword, it could still be used.

Finally, he finally mentioned the Qingyangmen.

He said, the doom of Qingyangmen has come, in order to avoid the disaster, the disciples kept their identities incognito and dispersed.

"My brothers and sisters are all dead, and I will be safe in my life. Don't read it."

Only this sentence made Qi Yuqiu's eyes blush.

He finally had to accept that even if the people of Qingyang Sect lived a smooth life, hundreds of years have passed, and they have already turned into piles of loess after all.

But the end of life is good, not the bad results he thought of, and that's enough.

And then there is none.

Everything would be fine, if instead of sitting here today, he died hundreds of years ago like those senior brothers.

But no, he was resurrected, so the twists and turns in it were all skipped by this little guy.

Qi Yuqiu sat quietly in front of the table, looking at the letter in his hand over and over again, until the curtains were dyed red by the setting sun, he woke up startled, it was already evening.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yuqiu put away the letter and seal and put them aside, then took out the mixed paint and the sword spine dragon wood.

According to the secret method of the door, he drew patterns on the ground, placed the painting in the center of the pattern, and then poured all the remaining paint on the painting.

The brilliance of the pattern flowed and flowed to the center of the pattern, and the light gradually emerged from the lower layer of the painting, and then the upper layer of paint seemed to be chapped, densely packed fine cracks appeared, and then began to crack.

There are more and more cracks, and the pigment agglomerates are getting smaller and smaller, and finally turned into powder, which disperses when the wind blows.

Qi Yuqiu took the painting revealing the true face of the lower class to the table.

The things in the painting have completely changed, and the viewing map has become a picture of chaotic rocks without aesthetic feeling. The placement of each stone is irregular, just like finding a bunch of stones on the side of the road and drawing them. .

Outsiders may not be able to see anything, but Qi Yuqiu can tell at a glance that this is also a letter conveying news in their secret language.

And after taking a casual glance, he felt that the things on this painting must have been left by his master.

Qi Yuqiu didn't let go of his hanging heart, so he immediately spread the painting on the table, took out a new paper and began to translate.

The night was getting darker, and when Min Yu came back, he heard from Uncle Liu that Qi Yuqiu went into the study after coming back in the afternoon and never came out.

When he came to the study, he opened the door and saw that it was dark inside, and the shadow in front of the table seemed to be writing something, almost lying on the table.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" He asked softly.

The figure in front of the table moved a bit, slowly raised his head, seemed to be a little stiff, with his back to the balcony facing this way, his face was plunged into the darkness, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

But Min Yu knew that he was not happy.

Without turning on the light, he walked over gently, leaned on the table and bent slightly to hold her in his arms.

Qi Yuqiu stretched out one hand to grab the side of his shirt around his waist, while the other hand tightly held a piece of paper.

"I'm here." Min Yu kissed the tip of his ear and said softly.

There was a muffled reply from his arms, and then Qi Yuqiu wrapped his arms around his waist.

The night completely submerged the sky, and the last ray of light was swallowed up, so Qi Yuqiu gently raised his head from his arms, and said aggrievedly: "I'm hungry."

Min Yu let go of the man, turned on the light and looked at his face carefully, and found that the child's eyes were dark and moist, but there was no sign of crying, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He caught a glimpse of the painting on the table that had completely changed its appearance, and understood that Qi Yuqiu had found news about his teacher, but it probably wasn't good news.

Qi Yuqiu folded the paper and put it in his pocket, then took his arm and said, "Go down to eat?"

Min Yu gently rubbed his head with the other hand before leading him downstairs with a smile.

Qi Yuqiu's appetite was stronger than usual, and Uncle Liu was very happy to see him eating happily, but Min Yu cast worried glances at him from time to time.

After he was full, Qi Yuqiu was in a better mood, he didn't want to stay in the study anymore, he said goodnight to Min Yu and wanted to go back to the bedroom, but was stopped by Min Yu.

"Today you sleep with me." Min Yu looked into his eyes and said.

When Qi Yuqiu heard this, his mind froze immediately, and the sadness just now receded like a tide, leaving only four words echoing in his mind.

You sleep with me, you sleep with me, you sleep with me...

His face flushed red, and the only trace of reason left made him stammer: "Why, why?"

"There is no reason, I want you to accompany me." Min Yu chuckled, reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, and pulled him into his arms.

The hot air came through the two layers of fabric, and Qi Yuqiu only felt that the temperature in September was hotter than the dog days, so hot that the top of his head was smoking.

Looking at the handsome face in front of him, he swallowed and said, "This, this, this is not very good, is it?"

Min Yu lowered his head, rubbed his nose against his cheek and under his ear, and said hoarsely: "What's wrong, I think it's fine."

"That... I'm not ready yet..." Qi Yuqiu whispered as his heart beat faster.

and……

Moreover, he had just received the news from his master, and he was very depressed. He wanted to be alone to digest the depression in his heart.

Min Yu laughed out loud: "What are you doing to prepare for washing and sleeping? You're not ready...how about I help you take a bath?"

"Don't worry, I just want to hug you, will you feel better when you sleep with someone to accompany you?" There was a gentle smile in Min Yu's eyes.

Only then did Qi Yuqiu understand that he just wanted to comfort himself in this way.

"I'm going to wash up." Qi Yuqiu lowered his head, a little embarrassed.

Min Yu kissed his forehead, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Leave the door open for you, I'll wait for you on the bed."

The author has something to say: At the end of writing, there is only one thought in my mind: Wow, tomorrow is the weekend, so I can get up early in the morning to code~

Then I saw today when I posted the article!talent!Thursday!

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